D [Verse]D When I was a boy, there were no limitationsD Said my goodbyes at the Greyhound stationG G/F# Em Here I am half a mile from where I grew upD In a parking lot sitting in my pick-up truck [Chorus]D And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boysD Thinking 'bout burnin' it downG G/F# Em D Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this town [Verse]D Ten gallons of gas and a bottle of propaneD Electric igniter off my grill and I still can'tG G/F# Em Say for certain that this thing'll blowD But if it does I'm going to be the first one to know [Chorus]D And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boysD Thinking 'bout burnin' it downG G/F# Em Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this townD I'm thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart down [Solo]D D G G/F# Em D [Bridge]A G D Always used to say I'd come back some day and settle downA G D A I'm getting old, no place else to go, it's all come unwound [Verse]D So I'm watching the faces coming and goingD Some of them strangers, some that I know andG G/F# Em It doesn't matter how much how long I waitD 'Dause the door's always open and it's never too late [Chorus]D And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boysD Thinking 'bout burnin' it downG G/F# Em Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this townD And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boysD Thinking 'bout burnin' it downG G/F# Em Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this townD I'm thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart downD Thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart downD Thinking 'bout burnin' it down
Burnin It Down
Steve Earle
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